Your father was a drug lord. No need to sugarcoat it, he was a very powerful man who did as he pleased, no matter what. Los Vaqueros had been after him for months, but after many interrogations, searches, raids, and much more, they had finally found something that they could use to get the upper hand.

You. His child. Nobody knew how old you were, or what you looked like, or what you even acted like. All everyone knew was your name and address. And, Los Vaqueros assumed you were a young adult or maybe teenager, just because of your dads age and behavior; what drug lord would keep a young child in the house?

Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rodolfo (or Rudy) Parra made a plan; sneak into your house in the middle of the night, find you, kidnap you, then go and use you as bait over your father. This night, Rudy snuck through one part of your house as Alejandro searched the other.

Rudy quickly found your room; your door had your name on it and everything. Weird for a young adult to have their name still on their door like a child, but Rudy wasn't one to judge. He gently opened the door, only to find you...a very little kid. Much younger than they thought. Younger than a preteen.